Turkey Tracks:  January 17, 2014

 

Winter in Maine

A Poem

 

Friend and fellow quilter Barb Melchiskey sent me this poem last week.

I chuckled, of course.

You might, too.

 

It’s winter in Maine

And the gentle breezes blow.

Seventy miles an hour

At thirty-five below.

Oh how I love Maine

When the snow’s up to your butt

You take a breath of winter air

and your nose gets frozen shut.

Yes, weather here is wonderful

So I guess I’ll hang around

I could never leave Maine

‘Cause I’m frozen to the ground.

When I asked Barb who wrote it, she confessed her niece sent it to her.

Here’s Barb’s nieces reply to Barb’s query about authorship:

 

Hi Aunt Barb,

I got it from the Facebook.  It has no attribution, but it was initially posted by a woman named Bambi Trawn Boucher.  It has been around FB for a few years.

Doing some research, it seems to be a poem called “Winter in Canada,” also unknown author.  Maine has been switched in for Canada.

So…your friend probably would want source both!!

Glad you liked it”